I guess the reality of our life
Really does make our dreams
Come true
Even it is only temporary
Before the clock strikes midnight.
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My Heart is My Butterfly
PoetryThe heart is my butterfly And my love is my sky And the stars are the night But the roses are my moon And now the story starts But the dreams haven't ended.
The reality of our life and our dreams
I guess the reality of our life
Really does make our dreams
Come true
Even it is only temporary
Before the clock strikes midnight.
